All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S05E22.The.Long.Night.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Where's Grandma?

I should think
it'd be fairly obvious

that she's still
in the hospital.

What happened?

They told him
they didn't want him

hollering around
the hospital anymore.

Not to come back.

Don't do this to me.
It's not fair.

You call it fair, keeping me
and your grandma apart?

Not so loud.

You haven't heard
anything yet, Granddaughter.

If you don't let me
go see your grandma

I'm gonna make an explosion

that can be heard
till Washington, DC.

[guitar music]

[melodic music]

[music continues]

[pleasant music]

It has always seemed to me

that 1938 was
the springtime of my life.

I was engrossed
in completing my novel

and as the words poured out

I felt as if the whole
world was unfolding.

It was a time of rising hope,

not only for me,
but for my grandfather.

You young ladies have gotta to
help me get this place spotless.

Your grandma can spot
a speck of dust

quicker than a bird dog
can spot a covey of quail.

While she's here, can't she?

Grandma's gonna like sleeping
on sun-dried sheets again.

At the hospital, they
dry them in a machine.

That's the best remedy your
grandma could possibly have.

Be right back here
in her own bed.

With her very own
special window.

Well, it's all ready
and waiting for her.

Grandpa?

I'll pick some flowers
and put 'em by Grandma's bed.

Oh, that's a great idea.
You do that.

I found some violets
by the old pump.

Violets. That's her
very favorite flower.

And besides, it'll
match that bed jacket

that I ordered from
the wish catalogue.

Okay. Now, don't you
mess up this room.

You know better
than that, honey.

This room is gonna
stay exactly like it is

until I bring her home
across the threshold.

Home.

[humming]

[ball room music]

Esther...

Esther...

When I get you back,

I'm never gonna
let you go again.

Sounds like you're going to
need a valve job, Daddy.

You think it'll get us
to Charlottesville and back?

Like in the next six months
or so. I could do it.

With these hospital bills
we got, you might have to.

According to Grandpa, it's all
gonna come to an end today.

-Is Grandma really coming home?
-That's up to the doctors.

She might be there
longer than he thinks.

Elizabeth, you tell
your mother

I'm bringing Grandma home
in time for supper.

But she'll probably want it
in a tray in her room.

Okay, I'll put a doily
on the tray.

You boys clean up this yard.

Looks like a cyclone
had struck it.

You don't wanna
have it like this

because your
grandma isn't here.

-Let's get going, Son.
-Okay, Grandpa.

-Hi, Elizabeth.
-Oh, hi, Aimee.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

I'm cleaning up
the chicken coop.

Wanna come in?
I'll teach you how.

I can't get my clothes dirty.

Why don't you go home
and change then?

I already did.

Don't you do any chores?

Not chicken coops.

Only feminine and
domestic endeavors.

That's what Mama calls them.

That does sound like Corabeth.

Well, I already
polished the mirrors

and folded the linen.

I was wondering if you
wanted to play paper dolls.

Well, maybe tomorrow.

Sure you don't want to come in
and gather some eggs?

I better not. Thanks anyway.

Mama, I turned on the light
next to Grandma's bed.

I hope you're not gonna
be too disappointed

if Grandpa can't
bring her home.

He'll bring her home.
He promised.

Mama, look.

Jim-Bob put the knives
where the forks ought to be.

Good help is hard
to find these days.

Mama,

do you know that Aimee
isn't allowed to help with

any outside chores?
Corabeth says it isn't ladylike.

That's up to Corabeth.

Yeah, but she can't even play
kick-the-can at recess.

She's always worried
about scuffing her shoes.

I wish you'd worry about it
a little bit more.

The kids are calling her
Princess Margaret Rose.

-I think Grandma'll like that.
-Yeah, it's gonna be great.

It was Erin's idea, too.
She made it.

It's Grandma's favorite.

Thought I'd better practice
a little before she gets here.

Guess Grandpa's got
everyone convinced

he's bringing her home.

It's the best
place for her.

-They're here.
-Yeah.

Jim-Bob... Ben,
get rid of that ladder.

Wait till Grandma sees that!

Where's Grandma?

I should think
it'd be fairly obvious

that she's still
in the hospital.

Take it easy, Pa.

Anyone who wants to say,
"I told you so,"

can do it now
and get it over with.

Grandpa, you can't
blame yourself.

I told Esther I'd get her out of
that white-wall prison today,

but a couple of
stiff-necked doctors

insist on keeping her there
against her will.

Never before
have I failed Esther

when I made her a promise.

Now, we'll just see if
they can keep us apart or not.

We'll just see.

-What happened?
-Just like we figured.

The only one who thought
Ma was coming home was Pa.

I have to admit,
he almost had me convinced.

It wasn't bad enough
he couldn't bring her home.

He moved her bed near the window
so she could look out.

With Grandma in it?

Right under
the nose of the head doctor.

Mary Ellen and me
tried to calm him down.

And Curt and another intern
had to come in and drag him off.

He was hollering all the way.

Poor Grandpa.

It must have been
hard on Grandma.

Well, they told him
they didn't want him

hollering around
the hospital anymore.

Not to come back.

Ever.

"Lord hear thee
in the day of trouble."

Morning, Son.

Wondering where you were.
Breakfast is ready.

Well, I can't sit
around all morning

waiting for the ladies
to get breakfast.

Not when there's work.

This order of fence posts
must go out today.

You're at it
kind of early.

Well, I read somewhere
that work preserves us

from three great evils.

Boredom, poverty and vice.

And so that's why
I intend to keep busy.

Work is also something you do
when you can't sleep.

Liv tells me your bed
wasn't slept in last night.

That bed is waiting there
for when Grandma comes home.

Besides, the rocker was good
enough for all the sleep I got.

Pa, you can't get
any sleep in that rocker.

Not if you want to go on
workin the way you do.

You underestimate me, Son.

I can do just as much work
as you can, and then some.

I believe you can.

The hotcakes are ready.
Do you want them or don't you?

Well, I'll be with
you there in a jiffy.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Grandpa?
-Hello there, grand girl.

-What are you up to?
-I'm transplanting some azaleas.

Just thinning them out
for your grandma.

She prefers azaleas
to all other flowers.

The pink ones.

Curt and I feel real bad
about what happened yesterday.

When Curt told you
Grandma was doing fine,

he didn't mean
she was ready to come home.

I must have
made a mistake.

I shouldn't have
took him at his word.

Well, Grandma needs
the kind of rest and quiet

she can only get
at the hospital.

That's why everybody
was so upset with you.

All that fuss.

Well, don't worry about it.
They're just doing their jobs.

Well, I'm glad you're
not mad at me.

Mad at you? How could I
be mad at you, Mary Ellen?

You putting in
all those long hours,

just to be
with your grandma.

Well, I want to
be with her.

I'm glad there's one
honest-to-goodness Walton

that's there
to take care of her.

Are you going back
to the hospital today?

Yeah, I'm taking
the late afternoon shift.

Well, it's a real
comfort to know

that you're gonna
be there with her.

You ask her where
she's hid my wool socks

and give her my love.

I sure will, Grandpa.
See you later.

Yes, you certainly will.

Elizabeth, you're
getting so tall,

we had to skip
two sizes this year.

Elizabeth is old enough
to be wearing dresses

instead of coveralls, Olivia.

Maybe, but when you're milking
Myrtle or feeding the chickens,

coveralls are better.
We'll take them.

The book I have on raising young
ladies very firmly suggests

that little girls should
wear dresses at all times.

-Can I go see Aimee now?
-Better ask Corabeth.

Well, Aimee is having her
music appreciation hour now

but I'm sure she would be
glad to have you join her.

Okie-dokie. I'll see
you at home, Mama.

Such a charming child.

It always surprises me to
hear those slang expressions

come out of that
sweet little mouth.

Most children talk
that way these days.

Oh, all the more reason
why a child's leisure hours

should be supervised.

My book says that little ladies
should spend their time

doing such things as fine
stitchery and elocution.

I don't think your book
was written for the Waltons.

Oh, no criticism intended.

It's just that
when you adopt a child,

you can't afford
to make mistakes.

If you have a book that tells
you how to raise children

without making mistakes,
it's something

every mother should know about.

Oh, I'd be happy to
loan it to you.

Thank you. You hang onto it.

But just remember, you're
Aimee's mother, not the book.

That was
Frederic Francois Chopin.

Mama has purchased albums
of the world's finest music,

I listen to different selection
each day as I embroider.

Do you have any
by Benny Goodman?

Jason says he can really swing.

Well, I don't think Mama
approves of Mr. Goodman.

Oh. What does she approve of?

The finer things in life. She's
trying to teach me what they're.

Is playing down by the creek
a finer thing in life?

Probably not.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was hoping maybe we could
pick wildflowers tomorrow.

And maybe press them in a book?

Mama has a scrapbook
of wildflowers

she collected
when she was young.

I think she'd approve of that.

That's good.

You come over to
my house after school.

Well, I'm going to turn
Mr. Chopin over.

Would you like
to listen with me?

No, thanks. I've got to
help Jim-Bob fix his car.

Maybe if you get
some records by Benny Goodman,

then I'll appreciate music
with you. Bye-bye.

Okay.

Pa, you sure you and Ben
can handle this?

Never you mind.

I'd come, but I have to wait for
this lumber man from Roanoke.

-First things first.
-You seem awful cheerful, Pa.

Any law against that?

No, I just hope you haven't
got anything up your sleeve.

You're not planning to go
anywhere but the fence company?

Are you gonna keep
an everlasting eye on me?

I just don't want
a repeat of what happened

at the hospital yesterday.

Seems to me you've enough to do
to take care of your own family.

I'm not far over the hill, but
what I can, I take care mine.

You ready to go, Grandpa?

Come on, Ben. Hurry up.
Let's get going.

You are slower than
molasses these days.

Sorry.

See you later, Daddy.

Hi, Mort. Hey, Ben, you go ahead
and deliver the lumber in there.

I've got other
business to attend to.

Now, Grandpa, you're not going
to the hospital, are you?

Never you mind.
You just pick me up there later.

Sir, may I ask
where you're going?

Second floor.

Mother Nature Plant Nursery
making a delivery.

Our staff is responsible for
taking flowers to the patients.

Just leave them with me.
An orderly will be by soon.

I'm sorry, madam,

the outfit I work for insists
on making personal delivery.

My instructions are to
take this plant to...

To Mrs. Walton's
of the second floor.

Just put it down.

We haven't lost
a potted plant yet.

Oh, I'll just save
your staff the trouble.

I am sorry, sir.
A rule's a rule.

Now if you persist
in trying to break this one,

I shall have to call
the hospital administrator.

Well, I wouldn't want you
to go to all that bother,

but if must call somebody,

why don't you call a nurse
on the second floor

in Mrs. Walton's room
so this lovely plant

can be delivered personally?

Very well, sir.
Just wait over there.

This plant'll just die out here
in this drafty hall.

Grandpa, you're not
supposed to be here.

I have been trying to
convince that Salem witch

to let me take this plant
up to your grandma.

-Oh, I'll take it.
-No, no.

That's a little
too heavy for you.

You just go ahead.
Lead the way.

Grandpa. Don't do this
to me. It's not fair.

You call it fair, keeping me
and your grandma apart?

Not so loud.

You haven't heard
anything yet, Granddaughter.

If you don't let me
go see your grandma,

I'm gonna make an explosion
that can be heard till DC.

Alright, alright.

But promise me
you won't stay long.

All I want is
just to look at her.

Okay, stay behind me,
and I'll try and smuggle you up.

Oh, Mary Ellen, I'll never
forget you for this.

Hold it. Hold it,
Mary Ellen.

You can come out
from behind that foliage, Zeb.

I'd know you anywhere.
Come on, both of you. Out.

He promised to
behave himself, Curt.

I don't care what he promised.
He's not allowed in here.

Esther and I've been together
for over 50 years

through good times
and bad times.

And you're trying
to keep us apart

just when we need
one another most.

I don't have any choice.

Grandma's got to have quiet
if she's going to get well.

Oh, yeah, whatever
happened to families

that took care
of one another?

Time was, you was born at home,
got sick at home,

and was taken care of at home by
people that loved one another.

They died at home, too.

Because they didn't have
doctors on duty 24 hours a day

and nurses and modern
medical equipment.

Zeb, you got to give up
Esther long enough

to let us make her well.

Oh, alright.

If you and this hospital
are gonna take over for me,

you better do a first-class job.

First class.

Grandpa.

Figured I'd find you here.
I got your fishing pole.

I just come down here
for some peace and quiet.

All I can think about
is Esther.

You know, it never
occurred to me before.

All the living creatures in this
world seem to come in pairs.

It's not easy, is it, Pa?

Yeah. Man has got to be needed
the way I needed Esther.

The way Esther needed me.

That's what kept us going
all these long years.

We'd wake up in the morning
with our knees all out of joint.

And I'd yell down to you
to turn the radio up louder.

We'd be yelling at one another.

All that time,

Esther just seemed
to be a young girl to me.

Every time she looked at me

it always made me feel
somewhat younger.

She still needs you, Pa.

She'd have something
to say about the way

you're carrying on.

Same thing
happened to my pa.

And I didn't understand him any
more than you understand me.

Did you hear that?

Is that Erin coming back
from the telephone office?

No. Her step is lighter.

Maybe it's John-Boy finishing
the work on his novel.

No, he usually comes
straight up the stairs.

You know what everybody
sounds like, don't you?

I ought to, by now.

Must be Grandpa.

He sure has been acting
like a caged animal lately.

Think you ought to
go to him?

I tried talking to him.

He's gonna have to work
this out for himself.

Would you miss me
that much?

I miss you that much now.

How long you gonna
read that book?

Now who's that?

Jason home from the Dew Drop.

-Hi, Grandpa.
-Oh, hi, Jason.

What're you doing
out here?

Well, I can't seem to sleep in
the bedroom with Esther gone,

so I come out here.

It's kind of nice to find
somebody awake when I get home.

Yes. Many folks down at
the Dew Drop this evening?

Oh, just the regular crowd.

I guess they've got
no place else to go

and nothing to
keep them at home.

I seem to be able to understand
that a little better

than I used to. Night owls.

Music seems to
bring them together.

Helps them forget
their troubles.

That's one good thing
about what I'm doing.

-Got any requests?
-Oh, no. You must be tired.

It's a little late,
you know.

-I'm as wide awake as you are.
-Yeah.

Well, then how about...

You know Lorena?

Esther used to
love that song.

Famous War
Between the States.

You'll have to help me
with the words.

Lorena.

* The years creeps slowly by.. *

I remember.

Yes, that's a sweet song.

* The years creep
slowly by Lorena *

* The snow is on
the grass again *

* The sun's low down
the sky Lorena *

* The frost gleams where
the flowers have been *

* But the heart beats on
as warmly now *

* As when the summer days
were nigh *

* Oh the sun can
never dip so low *

* A-down affection's
cloudless sky *

* The sun can
never dip so low *

* A-down affection's
cloudless sky **

Is he going to
sit there all day?

Daddy says he's gonna
take some time off.

He's earned it,
but he sure looks unhappy.

Well, he misses Grandma.

It gives me a weird feeling
to see him like that.

And first position
and second position

and third position.

Fourth position

and fifth position.

Very good, Aimee.

Now, turn and watch me
and flow, Aimee,

flow and point your toe

and first position
and second position

and third...

Oh, Elizabeth,
Aimee is very busy.

She will not be
allowed to play today.

Oh, we weren't
thinking of playing.

We're gonna pick wild flowers
and press them in a book.

Well, that sounds like
a worthwhile pastime,

but Aimee is busy
practicing her ballet.

N'est-ce pas, Aimee?

[speaking in French]

She asked if she would be
allowed to go later.

But first she must
finish her practicing.

Would you care
to join us, Elizabeth?

Come on, Elizabeth.

Stand right here.

Girls, and first position

and second position

and third position

and fourth position

and fifth position.

And turn and again
and watch me.

And think tall,
girls, think tall.

And first position
and second position.

And third position.

And no giggling, Elizabeth.

And fourth position and...

Thanks for the ride. We're
gonna be down by the creek.

Well, don't fall in,
alright?

No signpost points the way.

One must tread the troubled
hours and bravely cross...

You listening to
the Poetry Pantry?

Oh, yes, John-Boy. Esther and
I like to listen to the poets.

You can turn it
off though, now.

Upon the final page.

Grandpa, I'm worried
about you.

I am sick at heart.

I understand that.

But lying around
and doing nothing

isn't gonna cure
that kind of disease.

Since when did you get
to be such an expert

on matters of the heart?

I'm just saying what
you'd be saying if it was me.

Been sitting here watching
everybody coming and going,

off to school, off to work,

going about their business
of everyday living

as though nothing
had happened.

As if Esther
wasn't even missed,

except for her chores.

Wait a minute, Grandpa.

We miss her every minute
of the day.

But we gotta keep on going.

I mean, there are things
we have to do,

everyday things
that have to be done.

I declare.

Bad enough Grandma
being in the hospital

without you acting
like you're giving up.

Oh, everybody'd get along
very well without me, too.

Grandpa.

Nobody in this household

can get along without you.

You ought to know that.

There's something else
you ought to know, too.

You are Grandma's husband,

and the way you
take all of this

can make it much easier or
much tougher on the rest of us.

Grandpa, you're the head of the
family. You're our patriarch.

We're all looking for
your support in this.

Besides, if Grandma
saw you like you are now,

she'd probably slap
the fire out of you.

Look! I found
a magic circle.

Now you can make a wish.

Okay.

What did you wish?

I wished I could
do this everyday.

It's much more fun
than French lessons and ballet.

Yeah. It's a lot more fun than
cleaning out a chicken coop.

Why does Corabeth
make you do those things?

I guess she wants me
to be refined.

-Is Corabeth refined?
-I guess so.

You know, all the kids
are noticing

you're getting to be
more and more like Corabeth.

Is that bad?

Well, it's alright
for Corabeth.

You know, her life's
practically over.

But you're just
a little girl.

We got enough flowers.
I'll beat you home.

Oh, no, you won't!

Will, too!

I won!

Won what? What?

We went out picking daisies.

-What have we got here?
-All the wild flowers.

We were hoping
you'd name them.

I know the names of most
of the wild plants and flowers

around this part
of the country.

Their given names, anyway.

Here's the violets
like you gave your grandma.

That there is an iris,
a wild flag, they call 'em.

There seem to be
some sweet rockets here.

And wild asters
and daisies and such.

How about mine,
Mr. Walton, sir?

Well, you bring them
a little closer here,

and I'll have
a good look at them.

They seem to be
about the same, I think.

Oh, oh, oh, look here.

Along with the flags
is the Virginia Lungwort.

Mertensia Virginica.
Grows in swampy places.

The Virginia Bluebell.

You hold it up to your ear now,
and you can hear it ringing.

I don't hear anything.

Well, that means
you're gonna get a letter.

Aimee. Aimee.

Well, this is a...

Aimee!

Aimee Godsey!

What on earth
has happened to you?

Why juset look at you, girl.

Your dress is dirty and torn,
and your hair is all tangled.

And your new Mary Janes
are covered in mud!

I'm sorry, Mama.

As well you might be.

Is this any way for
a young lady to look?

-Haven't you learned anything?
-Now, Corabeth.

Come with me this moment,
Aimee Godsey.

Corabeth, you just simmer down.

Now, these girls have been
out trotting around the woods,

collecting the
bounties of nature,

and it's only natural they get
their feet a little dirty.

Aimee has been doing very nicely
in her cultural pursuits,

I will not have her abandon them
for less admirable activities.

Oh, Corabeth, you treat
this sweet young girl

like she's a grown-up
woman already.

With all due respect
to you, Zeb,

I will thank you
to mind your own business.

-Come, Aimee, let's go home.
-I don't wanna go.

Now see?

See what ideas
you have put into her head?

Aimee, vite!

I do not think it would
be wise at this juncture

for Elizabeth and Aimee
to play together anymore.

Good day, Zeb.

Juncture.

I just lost
my best friend.

Oh, yeah.

Corabeth, there's something

I've been meaning
to talk to you about.

I'm listening.

Well, it's about Aimee.

I haven't mentioned
anything to her,

but I think that
a child should feel

that her parents
agree about things.

Well, about what,
specifically, do we disagree?

Well, Corabeth, I don't know
how to say this to you,

but I think you've been
teaching Aimee

to be a just a little too hoity
toity for Walton's Mountain.

Hoity-toity?

Well, you've been
so strong on that book.

The author of that publication

happens to be one of
the outstanding authorities

on cultural pursuits
and manners for young ladies.

Sweetie pie, that book
was written 30 years ago.

True values are timeless.

I'm gonna spend the night on
the sofa in the beauty parlor.

If that's what she's gonna do,

I'm gonna spend the night
on the pool table.

Ike, it's Aimee.

-She's not in her room.
-What?

She's gone.

Aimee Godsey!

What are you doing out
this time of the night?

I ran away, Mr. Walton.

Well, do tell.
Well, come on in.

Come in.

Set that down.

It just so happens that we run
a very nice hotel for runaways.

And I've been kind of
lonesome this evening...

This evening?

Oh, dear me,
it's almost morning.

Just leave that right here.
Come on over here.

Sure look silly, hey?

Sit right down here now,
Aimee Godsey,

and you tell me
all about this.

Why on earth
did you run away?

Well, it's no fun
living at my house.

I mean, it just isn't fun.

I was wondering if I could
stay with your family.

Well, that's
pretty flattering.

But I hear tell
that you do have

a lot more things
to play with

than most other
little girls.

Well, I get tired of listening
to records all the time.

I'd really rather
play hopscotch.

That don't seem to me to be a
good enough reason to run away.

Nobody wants
to play with me,

except Elizabeth,

and now Mama's taken her
away as a friend.

Oh, yes,
that was terrible.

But I still
don't think it's

good enough reason for
breaking Corabeth's heart.

It won't break her heart.

I don't think she
likes me that much.

Why, Aimee Godsey,
I am astonished at you!

Ike and Corabeth
love you very dearly.

Well, then why are they
always trying to change me?

"Aimee, don't muss your hair.
Aimee, stand up straight.

"Aimee, it's time
for your piano lesson."

Well, I suppose
that's because

you was living at the orphanage
for such a long time

that you don't realize
that all parents

talk that way.
"No, no, no."

-They do?
-Oh, yes, they do.

Only, Corabeth is
so new at it,

she tries a little
harder than most.

I wish I had a grandpa.

You do?

Well, I suppose
that could be arranged.

You could adopt one
the same way you was adopted.

Would you be my grandpa,
Mr. Walton?

Well, now I consider
that a real honor.

You know, grandpas do
come in handy now and then.

When the young ones
around here get out of sorts,

don't see eye to eye
with Livie and John,

they come to me
for advice.

Well, not necessarily good,
but for advice.

And my advice to you would be
for us to go back to Corabeth's

and explain to her exactly
how it is that you feel.

Do you think
you can, Grandpa?

Of course! That's what
grandpas are for.

Oh, you sweet,
young thing you.

Kidnapped.
That's what I thought

when I came in here
a few minutes ago

and little Aimee
wasn't in her bed.

Kidnapped.
I just knew it.

Corabeth, it's okay.
Now Aimee's back,

and she's just fine.

Oh, but I don't understand.

Why would she
want to run away?

Now, Corabeth,
you know, yesterday

on the front porch
I did talk to you

a little out of line, but since
then something has happened.

Now I have sort
of a legal right.

Miss Aimee here has sort of
made me her honorary grandpa.

Kind of adopted me,

so that gives me a right now
to speak out a little.

I don't think she could
find a finer grandpa

in all of Jefferson County.

Well, some folks around here
might question that,

but not me.

Corabeth,

all of us around here
really appreciate

what you're trying to do,
raising this little lady.

But there's one thing
that you're neglecting somewhat,

that is you aren't showing her
how to be a young'un.

All those French lessons and
ballet and everything are fine

for showing her what it's like
to be when she's grown-up

but sort of neglecting
what she is now, a child.

But my book says...

Oh, forget about
that book, Corabeth.

Only thing a mother
needs to know

comes straight from out of her
heart. Just trust yourself.

Aimee, dear,

what is it you want?

I wanna be like
all the other kids.

I want coveralls
and climb trees,

sometimes just do nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Like we all did
when we were young, Corabeth.

Remember going out
on a summer evening,

lying on the grass, just looking
up at the stars and you wonder?

Going down, sitting along
the banks of a creek,

listening to the birds sing
or the waters gurgle.

Or go running up on the top
of the highest mountain,

look out across the valley,

just wished someone you
loved was alongside of you

to share it.

Then it comes across
to you, the feeling,

"Oh, how good it is
just to be alive!"

That's doing nothing, Corabeth.

But in the long run,
it is something.

Well...

Maybe we could go on
a picnic one of these days.

Just the three of us.

And I have that
nice wicker hamper,

and I'll make
some sandwiches,

and we'll go
looking for birds.

Would you like that?

Yes, Mama.

I would like that
very much.

Are you gonna sit there
all day, John-Boy?

Time's a-wasting.

The thing I like to do is
go wild flower hunting.

Over there I think is another
big patch of wild irises.

Right over there.

Pa just about
wore me out today.

Hope he
doesn't overdo.

We don't want him
in the hospital, too.

You don't have to
worry about that.

At least he'll get
some sleep tonight.

Elizabeth, you asleep yet?

No, Jim-Bob, are you?

What do you think?

I just wanted to say
goodnight, that's all.

-Goodnight, Jim-Bob.
-Goodnight, Ben.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.

Goodnight, Mama,
goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, everybody.
Let's get some sleep.

Mama, can I take
ballet lessons like Aimee?

We'll talk about it
in the morning, Elizabeth.

Goodnight, Grandpa!

Good, he's asleep.

Isn't that my truck
starting up?

Who'd be using it
at this hour?

I don't know. I can't
imagine anybody would

bother to steal that thing.

Who took the truck?
Grandpa?

He's gone.

-Let's get to the hospital.
-Okay, I'll drive.

If the time ever comes when you
have to come chasing after me

-in the middle of the night...
-Yeah, what?

Will you do it?

Yeah, I'd be glad to.

Everything alright, Pa?

Don't worry, Son, not
planning to cause a commotion.

We thought maybe
you'd run away like Aimee.

No.

It just suddenly occurred
to me tonight,

when the family was
saying their goodnights,

why I haven't been
able to sleep lately.

I haven't said goodnight
to Esther for a long time.

So I arranged with Mary Ellen

to be as close to her
as I possibly could.

The signal came
from that window.

That's Esther's room up there.

Well, she knows you're here.

Maybe we better
leave you two alone.

Oh, that would be nice.

Goodnight, Grandpa.

Goodnight, Pop.

Goodnight, Esther dear.

Goodnight.

Grandpa's quiet vigil
so moved the hospital staff

that he was eventually allowed

to sit with her again
in her room.

But until that time, he came
every evening to the bench

where he could see
her lighted window.

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